The hardest decision to make in this whole world is, i think, choosing one between any two that you amor. I came up with this topic because I am in a situation where I have only one to choose when there’s another choice that I want to make. Right now, at this moment, a mint icecream and a strawberry icecream is next to me, waiting for me. My brother is insisting me to choose only one because he cannot choose only one either. He’s basically putting the burden to me because he can get the other favorite flavor if I choose one. But mint and strawberry are MY two favorite flavors too!

Looking through my old yearbook at St. Jerome, a school which I attended for a year in year 2000, I had a reminiscence of this teacher whom I forgot to remember. His name is Mr. Creech. He was my 3^rd grade teacher and 3^rd grade was my life changing year throughout my 18 years of my life. At that time, there weren‘t many English words that I could use freely. Elephant was the longest one that I could spell and I remember that I felt pretty proud of my self. Anyways, Mr. Creech knew that I was an obstacle that he had in his class because I could not understand a single word that he was saying. As a result, he made me write a journal everyday, at least one page. No, not just me but everybody. Every morning, every single one of us went up in front of the class and read what we‘ve wrote the night before. I did not know back then, but the journal gave me a significant improvement of speaking and writing English. I am sure that without the journal, I would not have been able to attend KIS (yes, it was that big).

One day, Mr. Creech handed our science test back to us. I was ready to get an A because I knew everything and I studied hard. Mr. Creech called us one by one and gave it back to us and told us our grades individually. I cannot remember what I received, but I remember that I got 5 points off because of a stupid spelling mistake. But, I double checked numerous times but could not find any mistakes. Therefore I asked why I got those points taken off. He told me with such a detail, I could not understand. But by pointing at my paper, I understood that he said, “This is not r, this is n!“ ………I was furious. That is so ‘r‘. Therefore, without thinking, I said “Yes this is r! r! this is not n! your handwriting much much much bad! You can‘t say anything to my handwriting.“ I did not find that so funny but he was surprised at me because I have never said such a long sentence to him before. I still cannot find why, but he told my parents, other teachers, and even to his friends. It may not sound such a big deal to anyone, but in my life changing year, this incident is the biggest retrospection to me.

Why do girls always change their friends? One day, a friend of mine asked me a very interesting question. Obviously, he is a boy. It was true. We girls change our ‘group’ all the time, including me. Throughout all these years, staying in KIS, I had many groups of friends. I have ditched some of them and many of them have ditched me too. In this entry, I decided to organize those groups of friends that had changed many times?

The first one was organized during my first year in KIS. There were 4 of us, and everybody knew that there was very strong friendship bond between us that no one could separate. I can remember that there was a secret notebook which went around between us four, every three days. I am pretty sure that any of you girls have done this secret book with one of your groups. Anyways, in that notebook, we would write any secrets that others would not like to hear. One of them wrote a letter to each one of us that made us cry. However, if I think back today, there were about 4 of those notebooks that I shared with other 4 groups of friends. At that time, there was some kind of hatred between other groups. We had one too. We would always talk about them behind their backs and later when we met, we would always stare at each other and tell my group, “Hey, I just stared at her and I think she was scared of me haha!” Yes, it is stupid. However, during my 7th grade year, there was this happening that I can remember specifically; I became best friends with my 6th grade enemy. For some reason, everyone hated us two. However, because everyone hated us, our friendship grew bigger and bigger. We cried a lot and said sorry to each other thousands of times. This friend was real. I could feel that she would never betray me and I would not betray her either. However, I was scared that maybe later, after a year or two, we would change and find another group of friends that all the girls do simultaneously. And yes it did of course; but in a different way. After graduating middle school, she went to a school in the states and we were separated. I have never been so sad and gloomy because of one friend. I cried crazily, and I was depressed for few months. I could not imagine a school life without her and I though I would become isolated from other group of girls. Well, for few months, it did. However, since my personality is not ‘isolated’ type, I was able to find another group of friends so easily. The group that I belong to is the ‘insiders (we call ourselves the insiders?). They are precious and they mean a lot to me. I know for sure that no one will do any harm to each other. For some reason, I am still close to this girl in the states. Now, we two are family. I know what she is thinking without her, telling me what she is thinking. Therefore, I belong to two groups. And I love being here.